She stood there, silently watching him get up and leave without looking back.
This wedding, it seemed like she was the only one holding it together from start to finish.
What does it mean that it's all over?
Could he have just considered it a game?
Or was it merely going through the motions?
Alright then!
No matter what, marrying him was her own wishful thinking; a bit of grievance is not important.
At least it's a good start.
She silently wrung her hands.
Their marital home was very close to Mermaid Island.
Just across a bay.
It was late at night.
She sat alone in the room, silently taking off the wedding dress, removing the makeup from her face, taking off the hair accessories, then washing her face.
After showering, she walked to the large bed.
Everything in the bedroom was personally selected by her.
Although the wedding date was hastily arranged, everything in the marital home was chosen by her.
Just like she selected her own husband.
